Let Me Help the Protagonist Turn Around and Join the Villainous Female Demon

She forced her master to kill her disciple and then killed the female lead right in front of the male lead.The few old men, who already had little hair to begin with, worriedly lost a few more strands.

The problem was that they didn’t even know that young man’s background.

One of the old men murmured.

In the Grand Void Heaven Realm, who knows how many old monsters are hidden away.

Chu Xinghe clearly knew that Xumi Jing was from Mount Sumeru.

Yet he still dared to declare that he would kill him.

”If it really doesn’t work out, we can only give up.”

One of the old men said.

”No, Xumi Jing is, after all, our Mount Sumeru’s Saint from the Ancient Era, the one who inherited the title of Xumi. Now he has even reached the Mid-stage Supreme Realm; he might even Breakthrough to the Late Stage in this era.”

”Even Supreme Perfection is possible. If we give up on him, Mount Sumeru’s Face will be completely lost.”

”This won’t do, that won’t do, then what do you all suggest we do?”

One of the Old Ancestors was a bit impatient.

”The key is still that young man’s anger. Let that young man Lin Wentian make amends.”

Between a Supreme Expert and a young Prodigy, there was no need to say which one to choose.

A Prodigy might not necessarily grow up, nor would they necessarily become a Supreme Expert.

Xumi Jing, however, was a bona fide Supreme Expert.

”That young man’s Guardian didn’t kill Xumi Jing but stepped out voluntarily, saying just now that either Xumi Jing or Lin Wentian must die.”

”This young man knows when to advance and when to retreat; he doesn’t want to offend us to the death, so let’s not make things difficult for others.”

The other Old Ancestors looked at each other and made their decision.

Chu Xinghe had a Supreme Perfection Guardian behind him, and they couldn’t even deduce his origins; of course, they had to be a bit careful.

One could tell he was not simple just by the carriage pulled by nine Great Saint Realm Dragons.

One of the Old Ancestors hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Xumi Jing.

Xumi Jing’s expression changed after hearing the transmission from Mount Sumeru.

Earlier, he had also subconsciously suspected Chu Xinghe.

Now, he also believed that his Disciple’s death was related to this young man.

The Old Ancestor sent him a transmission telling him to give this young man some Face.

To be able to Cultivate to the level of a Supreme Expert, he was no fool.

That one sentence already represented many things.

Xumi Jing took a deep breath.

”Young Master, my Disciple sent a transmission saying you were the culprit behind the death of my Disciple Luo Qingshui. In my eagerness for revenge, my words just now were quite offensive.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone watching the scene changed.

Mount Sumeru would actually bow their head.

The eyes of the three major families of Tai Prefecture were filled with shock.

Even Mount Sumeru couldn’t afford to offend this young man.

If only they could cling to this young man’s leg.

Old Ancestor Zhongli’s gaze was thoughtful.

He hadn’t heard of any families having descendants appearing.

Could it be that this fellow is also a freak who came out early?

It seemed he needed to go back and investigate properly.

Zhongli Qingmeng knew how powerful Mount Sumeru was.

She hadn’t expected they would bow their head to him.

And that they couldn’t easily kill this young man.

Chu Xinghe’s eyes held a playful look.

What wise man? He was just a hypocrite.

He also cared about his own life.

Lin Wentian was already dumbfounded.

How could he not know he had been abandoned?

He had clearly already reconciled with Chu Xinghe.

Because your appearance caused offense, now you need to use my life to pay for it.

You really are my good Master.

So this is Mount Sumeru.

”Supreme Xumi means that this matter has nothing to do with you, it was all caused by this Disciple of yours, and you were deceived.”

Xumi Jing sighed.

”That’s right, I was indeed deceived by my Disciple. I didn’t expect this Disciple’s heart to be so malicious as to harm his Junior Sister; I only just realized it.”

”This matter has nothing to do with the Young Master.”

The corners of Chu Xinghe’s mouth curled up.

”Since that’s the case, kill him then, and I’ll believe your words.”

Hearing this.

Xumi Jing hesitated.

He also knew that he was the one who caused this mess.

But now he needed the Disciple to take the blame.

He hoped the Opportunity this Disciple obtained could save his life.

He was about to strike.

At this moment, Lin Wentian’s gaze suddenly turned toward Jian Qiankun.

Chu Xinghe knew what the Child of Destiny was going to do just by looking at his gaze.

”Supreme Jian, I know where your Sword God Sect’s sect-protecting Dao Artifact is.”

Jian Qiankun’s eyes were filled with excitement upon hearing this.

”Does the Young Master truly know?”

”I wouldn’t lie over such a small matter.”

Jian Qiankun’s expression became solemn.

”As long as the Young Master can help the Sword God Sect find the sect-protecting Dao Artifact, our Sword God Sect will owe the Young Master a favor.”

Chu Xinghe nodded.

One favor was enough.

It was better than letting the Child of Destiny get there first.

Chu Xinghe suddenly appeared next to Lin Wentian with a teleportation.

Lin Wentian hadn’t even reacted yet.

His stomach hurt, and he knelt directly on the ground, vomiting blood.

The iron sword had already fallen into Chu Xinghe’s hand.

Lin Wentian crouched on the ground, veins bulging, cold sweat pouring down.

He had already broken through to the Void God Realm.

But he couldn’t even withstand one of Chu Xinghe’s punches.

More importantly, why did Chu Xinghe know his thoughts?

He could only try to save himself.

He suspected that this iron sword was the Sword God Sect’s Dao Artifact.

He was just about to take a gamble.

He hadn’t expected that Chu Xinghe had already spoken.

Chu Xinghe looked at the iron sword that was about to struggle.

The aura of the demon refining pot appeared.

”If you don’t behave, I’ll melt you.”

With one sentence, the iron sword became silent.

A Dao Artifact has a spirit; it could feel the terrifying dao rhyme of the demon refining pot.

Even when it hadn’t suffered heavy damage, it was no match for the demon refining pot.

”Cancel the soul-binding.”

Chu Xinghe looked down at Lin Wentian from above.

Lin Wentian let out a sneer, his eyes filled with unyielding defiance.

Chu Xinghe snorted coldly.

A suction force appeared on his fingers.

Ling Yushuang was directly grabbed by the neck with one hand by Chu Xinghe and held in the air.

”If you don’t cancel it, she dies.”

The experts of the Ling Family opened their mouths but ultimately could only swallow their words.

They couldn’t even afford to offend Mount Sumeru.

Now, even Mount Sumeru didn’t dare to offend this young man.

Jian Qiankun had already reacted.

That iron sword was indeed their former sect-protecting Dao Artifact.

He should have realized it long ago.

Ling Yushuang’s eyes were already rolling back, and she was struggling violently.

Lin Wentian’s gaze swept around with resentment.

Especially when he looked at Xumi Jing.

Lin Wentian spat out a mouthful of blood.

His Face became pale.

The iron sword stopped trembling.

Chu Xinghe knew that the ownership status had been cancelled.

[Seized the Child of Destiny’s Dao Artifact, Child of Destiny’s destiny value decreased by 30,000, Host gained 4,000,000 destiny value.]

Chu Xinghe’s gaze fell on Xumi Jing.

Xumi Jing sighed.

”Lin Wentian’s heart is malicious, harming his fellow Disciples. Today, I, Xumi Jing, declare that Lin Wentian is expelled from the sect.”

Lin Wentian didn’t resist, his eyes cold.

”Can you let go of Miss Ling now? This matter has nothing to do with her.”

Chu Xinghe nodded.

His fingers moved.

A crisp crack sounded.

Ling Yushuang’s corpse slid from Chu Xinghe’s hand.

”I was the one who saved her life, and now I regret it and want to take it back.”

[The female Child of Destiny has died, her Luck value has been cleared, the Child of Destiny’s Luck value decreased by 20,000, Host gained 7,000,000 destiny value.]

Looking at the falling corpse.

Lin Wentian’s pupils dilated continuously.

”No~~~”